Tria 81382 9:00 PM <span style='color:blue'>Eturalla</span>, alias <span style='color:yellow'>Zan</span> She leaned against the cool bricks, cigarette dangling in one clawed paw, the other resting upon her hip. A look of boredom shadowed the thill's face, or maybe that was just the shadow of the ripped awning hanging above her. She shivered slightly, wishing she had worn something a little warmer. Her short dark blue dress was certainly not up to the job, she observed. And by the looks of things on this cloudy night, no one else was up to the job either. She sighed. There was no one on this street, nor the next one, nor the next one after that, save for the drunken pirate hanging halfway off of the dock. He had leered and smirked at her a fair few times, whilst muttering something incomprehensible, but she wasn't willing to lower herself any further than her current station in life. <span style='color:blue'>This is pitiful </span>she thought. <span style='color:blue'>How can there not be one single 'dragon here tonight?</span> Suddenly, a crash sounded inside one of the taverns that littered the docks. Someone was in a fight, and Eturalla couldn't wait to get in on that. Tonight, Eturalla was gone. In her place, was Zan.
<div align="center"><Table><tr><td width=450>Who. http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1634Czaryne Lomusek-Gjygajsi'yv</a></td></td></table> <table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:0099CC'>l u n a c y</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Goddess he hated bars. Let alone the ones nice enough to boast celebrities as regulars, but this one, it was disgusting. Ryne carefully kept his wrist off the edge of the table, where something had been given reign to grow as it wished. Not trusting the patrons, his suit jacket was still on instead of on the back of the chair, even though it was sweltering. His clients sat before him, he wasn't entirely sure of their professions, but whatever they did, it allowed them to pay his fees, go to seedy bars, not get picked on, and look great doing it. He held the pen lightly in his left hand, poised just above the pad of paper. Still trying to figure out a way to tell the two 'dragons before him that writing eulogies was something the family generally did, when one looked at the paper quizzically, as if trying to decipher Ryne's small, but neatly printed notes. "Would you read that out loud please?" the one on the left asked, strangely eloquent for someone with two sets of tusks coming out of their mouth. The other one, his twin, and mute, motioned his hands like an opening and closing book, then shook his head. Ah, that explained it, the two were illiterate. He opened his mouth to begin reading it, when there was a crash. He fought not to roll his eyes, but still turned to look at the source of the noise. By the time he had turned his head, everyone was motionless, posed. It felt like the set of a really bad Western movie. "Juh kin go, I trusht je," the 'dragon said, the hard slurring more befit of the tusks than the college professor accent. Ryne nodded and put pad and pen in his breifcase, locking it, then gripping the handle tightly. Everyone was silent, except for his client, who was speaking either very rapidly, or in an entirely different language. His client flashed the inside of his suit jacket and everyone froze. <span style='color:0099CC'>That's either a really big gun, or he's a really scary guy.</span> Whatever the case, Ryne took it as a signal to leave, he brushed by several of the still frozen patrons, one near the door stumbled and he caught her shoulder quickly so she didn't fall, but his pace never slowed, he really had to get out of here.</div></td></tr></table></div>
The tavern was, as to be expected, noisy. Xavius sat in a corner booth by himself. When he had entered the tavern who noticed him stared at his unusual apearance. They hadn't stopped stareing until he sat down and they were content he was going to remain sitting when they looked away. Xavius was not one to visit taverns, he considered them below his class. The only reason he was here was due to his leg injury acting up. He had been walking for a very long time on his way home. Upon the intense pain in his leg he limped to the nearest place to sit comfortably. Not trusting the beverages they might serve here Xavius took a black flask from his robe and set it upon the table. He then placed his hand under the table and borrowed some of the shadow there, weaving it and forming it into a goblet. Placing it on to the table he poured some of the water into the flask, turned away from the general population, lifted the bottom of his mask and drank a little. After about an hour he had nearly finished the contents of his flask, and his leg pain was nearly gone. He replaced the flask into his cloak and reached for his cane. As his fingers grasped the tip however, a large crash filled his ears. He turned to see a conflict. But what caught his interest even more was an arden heading quickly for the exit and bumping into a thill. Haveing nothing better to do Xavius rose, took his cane in hand and dismissed the goblet he summoned, allowing the remaining water to flow over the table. He began to stride after the fleeing arden purposfully.
Ra, alias Zan, was quickly shoved aside as as one of the ardens made a seemingly desperate exit. Ra, seething, ran after the arden, not registering that there was another elder arden on his tail as well. She stumbled, as would any femme running in high heels, and fell, her palm grazing the cobbled street beneath her. She stood again, her hand throbbing, and continued her chase. <span style='color:blue'>Hey!</span> she shouted. <span style='color:blue'>The least you could do is apologize!</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:0099CC'>l u n a c y</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Ryne turned to the thill who was getting up, he could have sworn he'd caught her enough so she could regain her balance, then he looked at her feet. That explained it. Why thills went to extents such as high-heeled shoes and provocative clothing to be attractive was beyond him, as an image it was lovely, but anymore than that and it was confusing. He dipped his head. <span style='color:0099CC'>"I apologize,"</span> He'd been out of the courts for a month now, enough to hold on to his fey tendencies, but also enough to regain knowledge of some 'dragon thinking. He hadn't caused her fall, so he shouldn't have had to apologize, but she felt that since she had fallen while running after him that it was his fault, funny that, but he had apologized all the same. Such weak behavior would never have stood in the court. Thinking this, he walked briskly into a swell of light underneath a street light several feet away from the thill, he set his briefcase down between his feet and shrugged out of the suit jacket. He threw it over his arm and loosened the tie, rolling up his sleeves. Ryne stooped for a moment before picking up his case and walking back the way he had come, hoping mass transit ran this late in the area. He hadn't bothered to pay attention to the older arden following him, and didn't think much of it, though turning the corner, he fingered the brand around his neck in a familiar gesture, same as a nervous woman would play with the chain of a necklace. </div></td></tr></table></div>
Xavius walked out of the tavern in time to see a thill chasing the younger arden, who seemed to be in a very big rush. Perhaps he just wasn't one for violence? Truth be told, and as odd as it was, neither was Xavius at the moment. The thill took a spill and the arden turned around and apologized. He walked over to the thill and offered her a gauntlet clad hand to help her up. Heels, he was certain, were a treacherous business whilst running. He was sure the shadows hid the mask in his hood, not that it mattered. <span style='color:red'> "Madam, you should take better care in pursuit." </span> He said kindly.
<span style='color:blue'>Thank you</span>, Ra replied gratefully. <span style='color:blue'>It's refreshing to see someone actually willing to help me.</span> She smiled ruefully, and turned away. She paused, and turned back to the dragon who had helped her. <span style='color:blue'>I'm sorry, that was rude. My name is... Zan. </span>She stuck her hand out for the arden to shake. <span style='color:blue'>Thank you, again.</span> She adjusted the strap of her bag, which was slung over her shoulder. <span style='color:blue'>May I inquire as to what your name is?</span>
He accepted the thill's hand and shook it like a gentlemen. <span style='color:red'> "Xavius, at your service. </span> His gaze turned back to the arden who had been moving as if had somewhere to go. Now he was simply standing as if he had somewhere to go. He had seen him in the tavern consulting with one of the 'dragons who had pulled out a weapon. This, to Xavius, was of course suspcious. He shifted his poisition, placeing more weight on his other leg, and placeing both hands upon his cane. <span style='color:red'> "Its a pitty some don't care for chilvlry anymore isn't it?" </span> Xavius intentionally said this loud enough for the other arden to hear.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>kay, i think siaka must be really busy, cuz i haven't seen her online recently... i'mma just keep going and she can jump back in whenever she likes.</td></tr></table> Ra noticed as Xavius deliberately raised his voice so the otehr arden would hear. However, the'dragon seemed to not have noticed, and kept running away. Her eyes made their way back to Xavius, then suddenly settled upon the cane he was so tightly clutching. Her eyes glimmered as they swept over the runes that covered the orb.
OOC: Ok, well hopefully Siaka will be back. IC: Xavius felt annoyed at the arden ignoring him, or at least thats what he assumed. Just as quickly as his curiosity for the fleeing arden had arisen it vanished. Xavius's attention diverted back to the thill in front of him, and he noted she was now looking at the cane he held. The ruins glimmered a deep red, as his own eyes gazed admirably at them. <span style='color:red'> "Its custom made, you know. I was fortunate to find somone who could apply the proper ruins precisley as I needed them." </span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:0099CC'>l u n a c y</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">At the sound of the older arden's voice Ryne turned around, surprised he hadn't seen him before, it wasn't so much that he was a large fellow, as that he was horribly conspicuous the runes on his cane glowed... or maybe Ryne was just imagining that. He picked up his briefcase and slung his jacket over the other arm, walking back to the two 'dragons, he stopped a little ways off so they formed a neat little triangle. Ryne looked up at both of them, god he felt short. Getting a closer look at the cane, Ryne realized it probably was his imagination that was making the runes glow, but the arden carried a certain stench of magic around him, the fey resisted the urge to try and prod into the peculiarity and finally settled that it was probably dark magic -it felt similar to home. Ryne tipped his head. <span style='color:0099CC'>"Please pardon my misgivings, my name is Czaryne, I'd offer to shake hands, but,"</span> He put down his briefcase and held up both hands, showing minutely ripped seams in the gloves, a faint sickly green glow coming from the poison in the lack of light. He left his case lying next to him, it wasn't really important at the moment, and now that he realized the ripping in his gloves had gotten larger than a quarter-inch he was loathe to ruin his case and notes. His gaze slid back to the cane, seeing a part of one rune partially hidden by the arden's palm. <span style='color:0099CC'>"Is that the mark of Jaitl I see?"</span> he asked, looking at it intently, cocking his head to the side to get a better view. He knew a few marks that could be confused for Jaitl, but only of two of her runes, and one of them looked alarmingly similar. He stood up, shaking his head, causing the small amount metal and feathers to clink softly. </div></td></tr></table></div>
Ra had no idea what they were talking about. She was just wondering how much it would get at the Black Market, should she be able to get it. She knew nothing about runes or Jaitl for that matter. She edged closer to the 'dragons, hoping that neither would notice her claws reaching stealthily towards one's coin purse.
Xavius smiled and nodded, for it was indeed the mark of Jaitl. He lifted the cane off the ground, holding the head towards the arden. He tapped the the ruin in question with his index finger. Jaitl's ruin began to glow brighter then the others. <span style='color:red'> "You are correct sir. A dark mark to be sure, but I assure you it is purely decorational." </span> Xavius turned the cane around so the younger arden could see the other ruins clearly. <span style='color:red'> "If you'll notice, on the two far most ends, rests the ruins of the dark weaver and the Nothing. A rather dark traingle if you will." </span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:orange'>l u n a c y</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Czaryne nodded, together the runes were a pretty malicious thing among the majority of the world, for the Myshemd, not so much. He took special care at looking at the runes once they were presented to him, he'd never heard of a rune for the dark weaver, but then again, there were a lot of thins he had never heard of. The rune of the Nothing held particular interest for him, it didn't seem to be clear, almost as if one should need glasses to properly see it. <span style='color:orange'>"It may be a dark triangle for some, but a few of us are rather intimate with the Nothing and its promises. My father is a general in the Lomusek Court for the Myshemd, our Queen has used me as an ambassador between fey and other races in the past,"</span> he said, a small smile on his face, despite all of its short-comings, he was fairly proud to be able to say he was a Lomusek. Ryne looked over his shoulder at the thill, who appeared to be reaching for his breifcase. <span style='color:orange'>"There's nothing of value in there, honest, just notes on a eulogy I've been hired to write and a couple 2 khasi pens,"</span> Turning his attention back to the arden he started to get the same giddy feeling he generally got when he was about to be very rude. <span style='color:orange'>"How resistant is your staff to fey poison, if I may be so inclined to ask?"</span></div></td></tr></table></div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry for the change in colour of his speech, the old colour wont seem to show for whatever reason, also brief bit on the Lomusek Myshemd are in Czaryne's history (first bit)</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>i know its short, don't freak out >.<</td></tr></table> Ra bit her lip when she was caught. <span style='color:blue'>Cbep</span>, she muttered under her breath. She slung her bag higher on her shoulder and started shuffling away, muttering in her Anubi language.
Fey poison? Xavius had taken careful measures with that in mind, it was after all a weapon to slice through enemies with. If hed ever had to cut a fey open with it he didn't want nasty effects. The cane's ruins gave off a burst of red energy, which only grew to the size of a soccer ball before fadeing, and then fade to empty black carvings. Xavius moved the cane to his side and rested a single hand on it. <span style='color:red'> "I imagine you'd find it very resistant, as well as full of suprises." </span> The young arden did peak his interest. He knew very well the ties the Myshemd had with the nothing. Xavius pulled most of his dark magics from the nothing, and so it was no stranger to him, rather a dark companion. Xavius then noted anubi syllables entering the holes he had for ears. He quickly jerked his head in the direction it was coming from, and found the thill. How had he not noted this before. Was he truly blind? Ignoring the smaller arden for the moment he turned to the anubi thill. <span style='color:red'> "Pardon me madam, but what need do you have to rush off so suddenly?" </span> Xavius said, acting plolite and a bit niave. His fascination with the anubi pulling itself to the front of his mind.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:orange'>l u n a c y</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Czaryne also turned to the thill, like the other arden, he had mostly failed to notice her until she had started for his briefcase, he didn't particularly care if she went through it, it wasn't important, but at the same time, it was his stuff. <span style='color:orange'>"Mmm, no need to run off, I was simply telling you it was pointless. Why waste effort on something that bears no reward?"</span> While this made perfect sense in his mind, Czaryne had little doubt that it was not, as one might say, completely rational or intelligent.</div></td></tr></table></div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>oh god, my post is short, sorry guys >_></td></tr></table>
Ra had no time for their invitations to return. If she was to eat tonight, or even sleep for that matter, she needed to find a desperate person now, and rob them blind. ...It sounds so horrible when you put it that way. But, that was essentially what she was trying to do. She shrugged absentmindedly and continued walking away, yet silently pleading with them to make her come back, maybe to offer her a place to stay... ...But then again, people weren't that nice. The night was growing colder, and Ra shivered as the wind cut through the thin fabric of her dress.
Xavius was only slightly intrigued at this point. And the thought of home was begining to pull at his legs. However this wasn't done quite yet, and he would be amused to see where it might go with a push. However slight and insignificant, a push is exactly what he gave. Leaning forward over his cane he said, <span style='color:red'> "A gentlemen would ask her if she had a place to stay. Perhaps you might be that gentleman?" </span> OOC: UGH sorry its soooooo late and sooooo short. I'm just kinda busy at the moment, I'll try harder.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:courier'><span style='color:orange'>l u n a c y</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Czaryne almost certainly wasn't that gentleman, but looking at the other arden, his dress, his cane, and the runes, he figured that his elder was even less that sort of gentleman, perhaps such a thing no longer existed? <span style='color:orange'>"Perhaps,"</span> he said quietly, he really didn't want to extend the offer of staying in his home to the thill, but he wanted to displease the dark man even less, so again, perhaps. He caught up to the thill and tapped her on the shoulder, taking care that the seam of the glove faced out and kept her out of harm's way. <span style='color:orange'>"Excuse me, do you need a place to stay?"</span> he asked, unable to put it delicately in such a short amount of time, so, when in doubt, he used his natural bluntness to get his point across with as little confusion as possible.</div></td></tr></table></div>
